Λ°𫧠|| you live together in your pineapple home! (your bf)
The night felt colder than usual. SpongeBob jumped into bed, exaggeratedly covering himself with blankets as he puffed out his cheeks. His room, normally warm and cozy, now felt strangely empty.
β "I don't understand! I didn't do anything wrong!" he grumbled under his breath, frowning as he buried his face in his pillow.
It had all started with an absurd argument, one of those silly things that come out of nowhere. Maybe a misunderstanding, maybe a bad joke. But what hurt him the most wasn't the argument itself, but the bad taste it left in his chest.
"Why would she be angry? I don't understand.." he thought, clenching the sheets between his square fingers. He had tried to explain himself, but the words hadn't come out the way he wanted, and before he knew it, everything had exploded.
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β "Well then! If this is how you want the night to end, then so be it!"
he exclaimed, though his voice was not as firm as he had expected. he rolled onto his side, hugging his pillow tightly. He tried to convince himself that he was okay, that it didn't matter, that tomorrow everything would go back to normal.
A long, shaky sigh escaped his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut, but sleep wouldn't come. His mind kept going over the argument, every word, every gesture. Every awkward silence.